Epitaphes, epigrams, songs and sonets with a discourse of the friendly affections of Tymetes to Pyndara his ladie. Newly corrected with additions, and set out by George Turbervile Gentleman.

Againe.

O Neptune churlish Chuff, O wayward Woolfe O God of Seas by name, no God in déede, O Tyran, Ruler of the grauell Goolfe Where greater Fish on lesser Spawne doth féede Why didst y^u drench with deadly Mace a Wight That well deserude to run his course aright? O cruell cursed Tide, O weltring Waue That W. wrought this detestable care, O wrathfull surge, why wouldst y^• not vouchsafe A mid thy rage so good a youth to spare, And suffer him in luckie Bark to reach The pleasant port of ease and blisfull beach? But what though surging Seas & tossing Tide Haue done their worst and vttered all their force In working W. wrack, that so hath tride The cruelst rage that might befall his Corse: Yet naythelesse his euer during name Is fast ingraude within the house of Fame. Let Fishes féede vpon his flesh apace, Let crawling Cungers créepe about his bones, Let Wormes awake and W: Carkasse race For why it was appointed for the nones: But when they haue done all the spite they can His good report shall liue in mouth of man. Instead of stonie Tombe and Marble Graue In lieu of a lamentable Verse,

Let W. on the sandie Cheasell haue This dolefull rime in stead of better Hierse: Lo, here among the Wormes doth W. woon That well deserude a farther race to roon. But since his fate allotted him to fall Amid the sowsing Seas and troublous Tide, Let not his death his faithfull Friends appall For he is not the first that so hath dide, Nor shall be séene the last: As nie away To Heauen by waters as by Land they say.